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Saw that your askbox is empty, and i took the chance to ask for MIDNIGHT COCOA PART 2

(Also really sorry if it sounds wierd, its my first ask my brain kinda stopped working)

With best of wishes

THE anon

Midnight Cocoa #2

Thanks allot to THE anon for requesting another part of this. I hope I could do your request justice, even if it's a little short (flies away)

Part 1 Part 2

CW: cursing (again)

Villain tossed from side to side, his sheets strewn all over the place. He sighed begrudgingly. He couldn't sleep.

Again.

Last week's heist had been a catastrophe. He was short on competent personnel and the loss of Right Hand weighed heavily on him still. He had grown so accustomed to him having his back, that being on his own all over again was like a bucket of cold water dumped on him. It's been a little over six months now, but it never got easier.

He stirred when he heard small footsteps approach in the hallway, cursing inwardly when they headed straight for his bedroom. The door creaked open and shortly after, his mattress dipped under a small weight.

"Nu-uh", he muttered. "Don't even think about it, brat."

The movement behind him stilled for a moment, before he felt a slight tug on the sheets. Something small squirmed it's way under his blanket, curling up against his broad back.

"…it's cold", a small voice complained.

Villain huffed. "So what, I'm your personal heater now? Talk about the privileged youth these days!"

The kid giggled, the laughter ringing like a bell in the silent room. "…what is priv-…priviee…?"

"Privileged?", Villain repeated, eyes still closed. "It means you're a spoiled little shit."

The boy had the audacity to stretch like a cat, ramming his knee into Villain's back in the process, before repositioning himself as if he owned the place. "Cuddling is good for you", he said firmly, sounding awfully sure of that wisdom. "That's what daddy said."

Villain pried his eyes open with another sigh. "Did he now?", he murmured, staring at the wall in the dim light of his alarm clock. This wasn't right. Right Hand should still be around, not him. He wasn't cut out for this. They laid in silence for a while, the crickets chirping away outside the window.

"Hey, Uncle?", the kid piped up after some more minutes, tugging at his shirt.

Villain had half a mind to pretend he was asleep, before he groaned. "What?"

The boy was silent for a moment. "Daddy is not coming back, is he?"

Villain tensed for a moment, fearing the kid would start wailing again, like he did that night. But all that followed was silence. He took a deep breath, before rolling over to face the boy. In spite of himself, he wrapped an arm around the small bundle next to him, cradling it against his chest. "No, kid", he said quietly. "But you can make do with me, if you want."

There was some faint sniffling, before the kid nuzzled up against his chest and fell silent, breathing evening out as the clock ticked on.

Villain sighed in relief, before he felt sleep pull him under. He shouldn't let himself get attached like this, he knew that much. It was hard not to care though, with the kid sleeping soundly next to him, clinging to him with all the strength those small hands could muster. And to be honest, he hadn't slept this soundly in ages.

Part 1 Part 2

CW: mentioned death

Villain rummaged through the kitchen closet, cursing under his breath, when he still couldn't find the package of cereal, he had been so sure about still owning. He stilled, when he heard little footsteps approaching. A groan escaped him, before he could stop himself. "You should long be sleeping, brat", he growled, before glancing over his shoulder to where the toddler stood in the doorway.

The small boy was holding onto his plushy, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his other hand. "Nightmare...", he whispered, throwing Villain his very best puppy eyes.

Villain sighed heavily, closing the cabinet. Dear Lord, why me?! This is so not my job, he thought. "So, what do you want me to do about it, huh?"

The kid shrank back at the rough sound of his voice, seemingly thinking this whole thing over. The tiny hands clutched the plush cat, before he apparently worked up enough courage to proceed with his mission. "...milk."

"What was that?", the villain inquired with a raised eyebrow. This was getting on his nerves. He didn't have time for this. He needed to get back down to his lab to continue his work on the new machine he would use to blast Hero into oblivion tomorrow. The fact that it was already way past midnight didn't help to better his mood. He didn't want to pull another all-nighter right before his fight. The sooner he found a new home for the kid, the better. Less distractions that way. "Come on", he murmured, "full sentences!"

The child sniffled, valiantly blinking back some tears threatening to spill. "May I get a glass of warm milk, please?"

Villain blinked in surprise. That was the longest coherent sentence that boy had managed since he brought him here. He nodded approvingly. "That sounds doable", he said, checking the fridge for said beverage.

The kid padded over with bare feet, shivering in his pajamas.

Villain sighed, as he placed the milk on the kitchen counter. "You're gonna catch a cold like that, dumbass", he grumbled, before grabbing the kid and sitting him down on the dinner table in the middle of the giant kitchen. Were all three-year-olds that small?, he wondered. He felt the kid watch his every move as he operated the microwave, his eyes growing big with excitement, when Villain went the extra mile to put some cocoa powder in it. He just felt like it. It wasn't because he felt any sympathy with the snotnose. "Here you go", Villain stated, handing the warm mug to the child.

As the kid reached out for the hot cup, Villain noticed how small his hand still were. He probably can't even hold it on his own, he thought. So he held onto it, supporting it's weight, even while the boy was taking his first cautious sips.

The boy sighed with delight.

"Is it good?" Villain didn't know why he even cared to ask. It didn't matter after all. As soon as the kid was finished, he'd send him back to bed.

The kid nodded vigorously and took another sip, before his eyes darkened again. The shining wetness clouding his view was proof, that there were things even hot chocolate couldn't fix.

"Why are you looking so glum then?" Why do you even care?, Villain asked himself.

The boy's lips started trembling treacherously. "When is Daddy coming back to pick me up?", he asked.

Villain inhaled sharply. Henchman died in Hero's heist a few days ago. He wouldn't be coming back. As far as he knew, Henchman's wife had died shortly after their child had been born. The kid was an orphan now. It had been pure luck Villain had headed back to Henchman's apartment to get some documents his subordinate had been holding onto. Who knows if anyone would've even found the boy otherwise.

"Your dad ain't coming back, kid", Villain stated bluntly, more reflex than anything. He had never been any good with words.

"Why?", the kid whined, tears now finally spilling over. "I want my daddy back! Daddy..."

Villain put the mug down, before the boy could spill anything on his clothes. His carefully composed demeanor crumbled in second. He felt weirdly panicked, when he grabbed those tiny hands with his own. "Not that soon, I mean... um... He went on a mission. Uh...a very important mission. Far away", he lied. Lying was something he was good at. Very good even. He hoped it would do the trick. Please just stop crying!

The kid sobbed. "So he's...just at work?"

"Uh, yes", villain blurted. "A faraway business trip, you could say."

The boy calmed down a bit, frowning, as if he was considering the explanation. "So can I... stay with you until he gets back?"

Villain was taken aback. He didn't plan on keeping the kid around much longer. He knew his dad wouldn't come back after all. To be honest, he had already looked up some orphanages that might take him in.

The boy looked at him with pleading eyes, reluctantly grabbing his sleeve, as if he wanted to keep him from going away.

Villain sighed. "I guess you can stick around for now, if you behave yourself", he avoided the question. He lifted the kid back up onto his arm, the mug in his other hand. Balancing both weights carefully, he carried the kid upstairs into the guest room he had prepared in a hurry. Villain tucked the boy into the heavy blanket that laid discarded on the sofa. "I'll leave the cocoa on the couch table, yes?"

The kid nodded, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion and red from having cried again. "Can you sing me a lullaby?", he asked with an hopeful undertone.

Villain snorted involuntarily. "You're a greedy little fucker you know that?"

The kid giggled. "So...can you?"

Villain shook his head in disbelief. The audacity!

"Not in a million years, brat", he growled, but there was no edge to it. "Now sleep", he ordered, ruffling through the kid's already tousled hair, without knowing why.

There was a weird warmth building in his chest, that somehow scared him more than having to fight Hero tomorrow.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE! A request (happy TDS-noises) Dear Anon! Thank you for this ask and your praise!!! And yes, I'll gladly oblige. I hope the setting I came up with is to your liking - I tried something I haven't seen much of in the Hero-Villain-Trope-Collection. Let me know if you liked it :D

The Blood of the Covenant...

CW: cursing (is all, really...), mention of death?

Villain slammed the door shut behind himself as soon as he had thrown his bagpack on his bed. He kicked his shoes into the corner and headed back out towards the kitchen. Imma feed them to the cops next thing in the morning!, he thought, griting his teeth at the thought of his subordinates. These good-for-nothing fucked up yet again and made his whole plan go down the drain. He just couldn‘t rely on them when push came to shove or things got even the tiniest bit dangerous.

He had bruises everywhere. He was dirty and hadn‘t had a decent meal in days. Why is this damned fridge always empty?!, he thought upon cheking it‘s innards. Well, not empty per se. Just nothing he could consume without having to cook it. He grabbed a can of beer instead and gulped down half of it in one go. This was easily the worst day he‘d had in two months! And that meant something, since everyday was a bad day if you‘re a villain and the whole damn city is on your heels.

"Hey, you‘re back."

Villain clicked his tongue at the sound of Hero‘s voice alone. "Excellent observation, genius."

"Oh, wow - that bad?", Hero tried to ease the tension with a joke.

But Villain wasn‘t in the mood to let himself be cheered up. Especially not by Hero. Hero, the only one who he could truly trust with his life, unlike his henchmen. Hero, who understood him better than anyone and to whom he didn‘t have to explain every measly detail of his plans. Hero, who should have been helping him, but instead ran around downtown chasing petty thieves for fun.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"It‘s nothing", Villain growled, barely containing his anger. This was a bad moment to try and test him. He was so furious that not even the obvious concern in Hero‘s voice was able to soothe it. He felt like a volcano about to explode.

"Doesn‘t look like nothing", Hero murmured with a tilt of his head and eyed his swollen face with a troubled expression. "Are you su-"

"I‘M FUCKING FINE!", Villain yelled. "But definitely not thanks to you! Where were you? I could have used your help. You promised you‘d always be there for me. What a load of shit!"

Hero‘s eyes glistened treacherously, as he blinked rapidly. "But I...I meant what I said when the three of us made that promise!", he tried to assure him. "Neither Supervillain nor I would ever-"

"Supervillain isn‘t here anymore!", Villain interrupted him yet again. "You of all people should know that!" He knew he was taking this way too far, but for some reason he wasn‘t able to stop.

Hero flinched violently and the pain Villain‘s words caused was evident on his face. His hand fisted with the fabric of his sweater in front of his chest, as if he was hurting there. "I know you want me by your side when...when you‘re robbing a bank, when you‘re raiding another villain‘s lair or when you‘re...you‘re fighting the law", Hero whispered. "But you know that‘s not what I meant when I said that back then. You know I can‘t do that anymore..." He interrupted himself, when Villain all but silently glared daggers at him. "I‘m...I‘m sorry."

Villain watched him hurry out of the kitchen towards his room with hunched shoulders and clenched fists. The quick padding of Hero‘s bare feet grew distant as Villain regained control of his breathing. His tantrum seemingly made his wrath disspense into thin air. He felt like a popped balloon - empty and tired.

What was he even angry about again? The fact his subordinates had messed up again? Why was that Hero‘s fault? He had turned his back on villany years ago, when Supervillain was still alive.

They both had known the day they took Hero in, that he wouldn‘t be part of their evil schemes forever. Back when Villain was still a teenager and Supervillain used to mentor him.

Hero underwent the same training as him and they often went on missions together. The boy was just way too kindhearted to even hurt a fly. Too sensitive for the lion‘s den the underground of City had evolved into, swarming with more hideous criminals each year. He always had been.

Supervillain was well aware of that fact when he took Hero in. Supervillain would also have given Villain a nice strong beating if he could see him right now. Redirecting his anger about his own mistakes and bad personnel management towards Hero. Blaming him for Supervillain‘s death although he knew better. Yelling at him although he knew he‘d turn into a little puddle of misery right after.

I‘m such an idiot!, he thought. He was the older one. He should have more self-control. At least towards his family. He took a few deep breaths and went after Hero. The door to his room was closed, but he knew Hero didn‘t lock it. He knocked carefully and entered shortly after, when he didn‘t get a response. The blinds were closed, leaving the room immersed in twilight. Villain could hear muffled sniffling from where the bed was and strained his eyes, to make out Hero‘s hunched form, sitting with his back to the wall and hugging one of the pillows. He inched closer, sitting down on the edge of the mattres. The foam dipped under his weight, informing Hero about his presence.

"Hey, um, listen", Villain stammered. He‘d never been good at apologizing.

"I am...I...I miss him too y‘know...", Hero sniffled, followed by a choked sob. "But he‘s...he‘s not coming b-back...".

Villain blinked. Once. Twice. Until he could follow Hero‘s train of thought. "Oh, Hero!", Villain sighed, scooching over to his friend until he sat next to him. "I know you do and it wasn‘t your fault! I‘m...I‘m sorry I said such horrible things! I just...", Villain‘s mind reeled for an explanation. It hadn‘t been Hero‘s fault. He had always known that.

It‘s just so hard not to look for a scapegoat when someone you love is taken from you. The agency had used Hero for their own wicked plans. To get to Supervillain.

Hero‘s continuous silent quakes went on and interrupted Villain‘s thoughts.

"It wasn‘t your fault!", the criminal repeated, this time with more emphasis, wrapping his arm around Hero‘s shoulders. "I had a really messed up day because...I just can‘t trust my men like I trusted you and that‘s...it‘s kinda stressful and...it just really sucks! But that‘s not your responsibility. I used you as my personal lightling rod back there. I‘m sorry I was such an asshole."

Hero still sobbed into the pillow silently, but soon shifted his weight to slouch against Villain‘s side. "...‘m sorry!"

Villain sighed, wrapping his arms around the younger one to rock them both back and forth. "Stop apologizing. It‘s not like you miss him any less than I do. He raised both of us after all."

Hero nodded shakily, letting Villain calm him down bit by bit, until his sniffling died down eventually. "I want to be there when you need me", Hero whispered after some time. "I really do. I just can‘t...the way you‘d like me to...and..."

"Hey, I know! I know", Villain assured him, squeezing a little tighter. "You‘re already doing plenty. You take care of everything here at home so I always have a place to return to, even though that hero business of yours is quite taxing too. You worry on my behalf, patch me up after fights and watch my back at the agency as good as you can, even though it gets you in trouble all of the time. That‘s really more than enough, buddy! Are you done with crying? Please be done! I‘m starving by now."

Hero couldn‘t help but chuckle at that. "Wow! So you just came to console me so I would make you dinner?"

Villain could hear the grin in his voice even though the pillow muffled Hero‘s protest. "You‘d never abandon a person in need of help, would you?"

Hero ellbowed him with renewed vigor. "Get your ass off my bed!"